Writing competition entry "THE RUN"
A short story written as an entry for the write4fun "Legendary" poetry and short story competition of 2012.
Please tell me what you think of it. It might not really be related to the furry fandom but as I said before, I am only new and will get more serious later.
Running. I am running. From what I am running I do not know. What I am I cannot say. Where I have been I cannot remember. What I have endured I cannot forget. Where I am going does not matter. All that matters is the running. And the running is all I am.
There is a blinding flash. And another. And another. (Could it be a house of light?) I wondered. A flash illuminates a gap in the jungle-like landscape. I have not a moments hesitation before I hurl myself into thin air. I miss clearing the edge of the ravine by centimetres. I almost plunge head first into the ravine but my tail snags on a branch and I waste no time in hoisting myself up to the edge. As soon as my silent feet hit the ground I was running again. I immediately curse myself for not climbing down the ravine to confuse my pursuers. In my moment of not having full concentration I trip on a tree root and hear a sharp crack as I crash into the ground. I automatically leap up and realise that I have broken my arm. I run out of the rainforest and loose my footing with the quite sudden change from rainforest to beach. I stumble and fall forward and I manage to turn it into a forwards somersault. I land it and catch sight of the house of light. I must of cut myself as I feel warm blood gush down my leg. That's the problem of adapting not to feel pain, as you don't know when you're hurt. Then I realised how much blood I had lost as red dots started to swarm my vision and objects started to bend into alarming shapes and sizes. I stagger to the door and it rushes up to meet my face. I hear footsteps and then black out.
I wake up and take in my injuries: my arm is in a splint, my leg is bandaged up and my face hurts which means I have lost my adaptions to burn more energy to heal myself. I peel off the bandages on my leg, remove the splint from my arm and scratch my nose. I open the door and walk out. I walk through the from door and see a road. One long road. I start walking down the road as it would probably be the fastest way back to my people. I have walked a long way down the road and all I can see on the sides is desert. Suddenly I hear a faint humming. A humming that I recognise and suddenly the humming tells me who I am running from. Men. The humming tells me to stop but my instincts scream for me to run. And a series of fast and loud pops tells me that they have machine guns and a bullet hits my tail and the pain is so blinding that it tells me that I have to get away from the men. The ground levels out and I know that grassland surrounds me. The humming gets louder and tells me that there are more men and more cars. I didn't want to die but I knew that if I were caught a fate worse than death would await me. I ignore the pain of the bullet that just grazed my cheek as I see my salvation. A bridge over raging rapids. I reach the bridge and hurl myself over the side and welcome my final rest...